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“Flood the zone?”

Her phone buzzed. Cassian.

Her stomach clenched.

Lena was a mid-level analyst for a corporate intelligence firm, but everyone knew her real job title: digital firefighter. When a celebrity’s reputation went up in flames, she was the one holding the hose. Her current client was Cassian Bravo, hockey’s reigning bad boy. Twenty-three years old, a cannon of a slap shot, and a smile that launched a thousand thirsty tweets. He was also, as Lena had learned over the past six months, a paranoid insomniac with a Diet Coke addiction and a habit of trusting the wrong people. bravo bodycheck pics

“Listen to me,” Lena said. “We’re not paying. You pay a guy like Rusty once, he owns you forever.” “Flood the zone

Her phone buzzed one last time. Cassian: “You’re a legend. I owe you.” Lena was a mid-level analyst for a corporate